Mafia's Art [COMPLETED]

49: Epitome

Epitome
e-pih-teh-mi
1: a person or thing that is a perfect example of a particular quality or type.
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The beautiful wife-to-be stirrs in her bed, a adorable childlike smirk on her morning face. She stirrs and stirrs more, patting her hands around the bed. As if searching for something, or better yet someone.

She opens her eyes and looks at the clock by her bedside, four in the early morning. That's pretty early, perhaps too early?

She can't help it. She can't help a lot of things today. Like the smug smile on her face and feelings of butterflies exploring the pit of her stomach. We've all been there.

You know, that overwhelming joy you get before something exciting happens. That feeling, that feeling. You know it man! That joy you get before an awesome school trip. Where you're suddenly not tired, not sleepy. When you do sleep, you sleep late and when you wake up, you wake up quite very early. Earlier than usual. When your parent comes to wake you up on normal time, you're already awake aren't you? Aren't you?

What catches her attention however, is the purple Arum-lily on the other pillow. Purple Arum-lily, he remembers. Attached to it, is a small note with beautiful cursive handwriting.

"Goodmorning My love
Mother Of My Children
Wife To be:

For crying out loud, I'm not good at being the cheesy type. Yet, since I met you I've been a hopeless romantic.
It was hard leaving you this morning, sleeping, alone, without me... Naked.... Sexy... Juicy... Temping.
Anyways, come quick and marry me.
I'll save the rest for our vows.
I love you.

Santi: xoxo
PS- don't forget to strap a gun somewhere. (safety first.)"

The soon-to-be wife's smile widens and she chuckles at her baby daddy's words. Already loving this day. She smells the flower and stretches her arms, slowly getting out of bed. She walks to the mirror. Uhm you're blinding yourself with that smile ma'am!
She laughs at her own scolding and heads to take a bath.
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"Hey bestie!" The friend shouts looking at the bride exit the bathroom.

"Angelo!"

"So....?"

"So what!" she shrugs.

"Look at you huh. All glowing, I'm happy for you sorella." [sister]

"Thank you fratello." [brother]
They each smile warmly.

"I'm sorry but... Where's the make-up crew, the stylists and whatnot? Am I too early or just missing something major here?"

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From earlier today:

Santino

Oh man... So this is it huh? It's not a dream. I'm in love. I truly, truly love her.

Dear God: help me. Help me oh Lord, not to snatch this woman and just run away. Far away, to hide her from the world. Or then again you could just make her small enough to fit in a pocket for a little while.